“Which helps us to feel less guilty about not supporting French coffee, which while quite nice, isn’t in the same class as Hawaii’s Kona coffee,” Mahana said. “The cognac is Louis XIII,” she explained, pronouncing it loo-ee trays. “This is French and is considered the finest cognac in the world.”
“We had this the other day,” Krista said after tasting it. “We didn’t realize what it was, but it is very delicious and very strong.”
“Would you like me to put a bottle in your unit?” Mahana asked.
“You can do that?” Krista asked.
“Anything that you desire is yours for the asking,” Mahana replied. “Our only purpose is your pleasure.”
“Can I have a refill on the coffee, please?” Zach asked, holding out his empty cup. “Is there any way that we could have a coffee machine in our unit, along with some of this coffee?”
“I’m sure that we can do that,” Mahana replied. “I will get you another cup of coffee and will have an answer to your question in the morning.”
“Zach, how much does this place cost?” Krista asked. “It has to be a lot with this kind of service.”
“It’s normally $1, 500 a night, but we paid double to bump somebody’s reservation,” Zach replied. “That doesn’t include food or drink. That’s extra.”
“Well, they can charge all they’d like,” Susan said. “This is my idea of a perfect vacation resort. You can’t put a price on an experience like this.”
“The menu doesn’t have any prices,” Krista pointed out.
“I guess it’s a matter of if you need to ask how much it costs, you can’t afford it,” Zach said. “I knew it was plus plus when I made the reservation, I just didn’t care. My primary concern was security, Susan’s safety.”
“And you did wonderfully,” Susan said. “And then some. With everything that’s happened, I’ve done quite a lot of introspection and come to the conclusion, I know that it’s not original, that tomorrow is promised to no-one and that I’m going to live each and every day and each minute of that day like it was my last. No more holding back, no more concern at all about what anyone might think. My life is my own and I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest. I think that David would approve.”
“I never met him, but from everything that you’ve told us, he’s probably beaming with pride right now hearing you say that,” Krista said, hugging her tightly. “For what it’s worth, I love you, so very much, and I thank the stars every single day for putting us in each other’s paths, even though it was such a horrible thing.”
“Oh, Krista!” Susan said, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes to slide down her cheeks. “I feel the same way, and that goes for Zach, too. Other than David, I’ve never felt such a deep, abiding love for anyone as I do for the two of you, sadly, not even for my son, Quinn.”
“I’d say that that shows good judgement,” Zach said. “I love both of you, but that’s about all that I can say. This kind of stuff and me and words don’t really work so well. No practice, I suppose.”
“Your actions speak far louder than any words possibly could, Zach,” Susan said.
Mahana quickly returned with another cup of coffee for Zach, along with a small thermos and several other staff members who quickly cleared all the remnants of their meal.
“This holds approximately 2 cups,” she explained, “in case you would like some more.”
“Oh, look at that!” Susan gasped as all at once a dozen tiki torches were lit around the platform area, the flickering flames casting lambent shadows across the platform. “It creates such an atmosphere.”
“The flames represent the passionate core of our sexuality,” Mahana explained, “the fire that we all yearn to quench but only succeed for a short time before needing to quench it again.”
“That must be why I was a bit of a pyromaniac when I was a kid,” Krista said with a laugh. “I grew out of that and turned into a nymphomaniac.”
“Thank god,” Zach said, smiling at her.
“Would anyone like some assistance relaxing after your meal?” Mahana asked, flanked by Manahau, Rotui, and another young woman whose breasts were smaller than Mahana’s and conically shaped, while her dark chocolate nipples were fat and puffy.
“That sounds nice,” Krista said. “Would you help me?” she asked, smiling at her.
“I’d enjoy the opportunity,” Mahana replied, smiling as she reached for Krista’s hand and drew her after her down to the chaise lounges.
“May I help you?” the other woman said to Zach. “My name is Raina. That is Tahitian for calm sky. Or would you prefer one of the men?”
“I can’t think of a better name than Raina to help me relax,” Zach replied, letting her take his hand and guide him down to the chaise lounges.
“I need a lot of help relaxing, I think,” Susan said, smiling. “I’m sure that it will take both of you,” she said, standing up and taking an arm of each from Manahau and Rotui.
“Oh, my, what a delicious pussy,” Krista gasped 10 minutes later as she stared at Mahana’s pussy spread open front of her face, her own body trembling as yet another orgasm rippled through her because of Mahana’s tongue in her own pussy.
“You taste like the kiwi,” Mahana said, lifting her tongue and turning around to face Krista, a big smile on her pussy-smeared face, “tangy. And you cum so easily. So many western women have problems with that.”
“If only you had a cock, you’d be perfect,” Krista said, lifting her head to lick Mahana’s lips when then descended to press upon her own, a deepening kiss as their tongues dueled.
“I will get you a cock,” Mahana said, looking up and waving her arm, a well-muscled young man almost immediately appearing at her side. “Teva has a very nice cock,” she said, releasing his sarong to leave him standing naked. “I’m sure that your pussy will find it pleasing,” she said, getting out of the way and letting Teva crawl between Krista’s legs, his cock finding her pussy unerringly and filling it as Krista raised her legs to wrap around his waist. “Teva is Tahitian for infinite and Teva enjoys giving infinite pleasure.”